As soon as I saw the streets well crowded I got out and walked.

In my old clothes I must have appeared like some second-class bookie or seedy horse-coper.
The only respectable thing I had about me was my gold watch.

I looked at the time and found it half past five.
I wanted food and was casting about for an eating-house when I heard the purr of a motor-cycle and across the road saw the intelligent boy scout.

He saw me, too, and put on the brake with a sharpness which caused him to skid and all but come to grief under the wheels of a wool-wagon.

That gave me time to efface myself by darting up a side street.